I used to scratch my arm up with steak knives. I'd scratch until it felt raw, or started to bleed. It was my horrible coping mechanism. The pain would keep me distracted from my anxiety for a while. I liked the way it kept hurting, and how the sting would linger for a while. Trying not to do it anymore.

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Apr 7, 2008